FRANKIE
“Ah, you’re becoming quite popular in this town,” Mateo announces, striding in like he owns the place, a sly grin plastered on his face, me trailing behind him.
I sink into the plush couch, and the moment I do, Angel's intoxicating sweet scent wraps around me like a warm hug. I inhale discreetly, my chest tightening. What. The. Heck. I’m losing it. Why did I think trudging into this studio, of all places, was a sane idea? I could’ve stayed at the bar, flirting with women eager to give me exactly what I want. But no.
Angel is useless to me —she won’t play along—and yet here I am.
“What do you mean?” Angel asks, curiosity dancing in her bright eyes. She’s standing, expectant, her curves highlighted by that fitted top. I force my gaze away.
I lean back, arm resting on the back of
